resembling a different death
a different falling breath
falling through a final sense of reason
I feel your bloodless wish
wishing you could forget
forgetting the in between season
you wish upon the dream at night
the smell of spring’s verdant appetite
the sign of death beaten
I dreamed your sad white hands
opened, the frightened eyelash lands
hidden from time’s umbral beacon
- unable to explain the story
with the words provided by nature -
how are you nowhere, ruse
the scent of all souls residue
you feel my false face sweeten
we are our own allure
perhaps the souls encore
dreams desire for roots deepens
because how you forget
not what
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